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On a moonlit and starry night, Qingmiao Village is very quiet.

Nangong Beidou knew that this trip would not be so smooth, and he was not dissatisfied with Miao Yang's reply, but for some reason tonight, he was always a little impetuous.

Most of the rest of the people had already rested, but he quietly looked at the moonlight in southern Xinjiang outside the window, but he always remembered that summer day six years ago from time to time.

Even though Shen Yuanxi gave him a lot of reasons and explanations in private, Nangong Beidou knew that that day was still unwilling for them.

The unwilling death of Qingyan eventually sank into the sea.

Unwilling to return to Yuquan Peak with Taihao Zhenren, he has not appeared in front of people in the past six years.

Unwilling to bear the infamy and wander the world, I don't know where I am.

Shen Yuanxi is unwilling, Shangguan Chengtai is unwilling, Nangong Beidou is unwilling, and no one is willing.

"It's so ruthless. Nangong Beidou muttered, not knowing who he was talking about.

The moonlight outside the window became more and more gentle, and it was a beautiful scenery that could not be seen in Cunwei Mountain.

Suddenly, Nangong Beidou Huo Ran got up, and the Flying Frost Sword suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.

Fang Shaobai on the side opened his eyes, looked out the window vigilantly, and looked at Nangong Beidou worriedly: "Senior Brother Nangong, this place is Qingmiao Village...... Be careful. ”

"I know it. Nangong Beidou's voice was steady, and his eyes were as unruly as they were back then.

After speaking, the night breeze was blowing, Fang Shaobai blinked, and the figure standing by the window had disappeared, with admiration and a trace of melancholy in his eyes.

"Whoosh. "The subtle sound of an arrow galloping like a leaf swaying sounds.

Nangong Beidou stared at the black shadow in front of him, and the Flying Frost Sword gradually revealed a cold glow.

Since listening to Ning Qingyun and Yu Wanqiu mention that there are still foreigners in Qingmiao Village, Nangong Beidou has a guess in his heart, wondering if it is someone from "other sects" who came here to inquire as Fang Shaobai said.

"Take advantage of the night to peep, I'm afraid it's someone from the Demon Sect. Nangong Beidou snorted coldly.

At this time, it was already a long distance away from Qingmiao Village, and no matter what movement happened, it would not affect that side, Nangong Beidou saw that the other party was still going around in circles, and immediately made up his mind to strike first.

The moonlight sprinkled down like a pour, sprinkled on the silver-glowing Frost Sword, revealing a lonely cold frost.

There was a trace of white gas in the air, snaking out like water along the tip of the Flying Frost Sword, heading straight ahead, making a subtle sound like the ice of a river.

"Click!" A large expanse of ice suddenly appeared on the ground in front of the black shadow, and countless ice edges were erected like swords under his feet, almost piercing the black clothes with a thousand holes.

Under the moonlit night, a huge ice flower bloomed through the cold but beautiful.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding unsightly trees toppled over, revealing a large clearing.

The black shadow jumped and dodged above the blade-like Flying Frost Sword Qi like a ghost, dodging three Nangong Beidou's flying sword attacks in succession, and finally stopped firmly above a half-cut tree trunk, and sneered coldly: "What a ruthless boy, this meeting is so enthusiastic, I really can't stand it." ”

The black shadow covered his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, with some coldness, one hand behind his back, and the other hand playing with a green flute.

"Boom!" The majestic sword intent exploded like a volcano, sweeping around again, and countless plants and trees all bent their waists.

As if stimulated by something, the moonlight became brighter and brighter, and it also illuminated the figure of Nangong Beidou in the darkness.

He carried his sword and walked out step by step, staring at the black shadow in the moonlight, and every word seemed to pop out of his teeth: "White, none, double!"

As Nangong Beidou's voice fell, the man on the trunk lifted his veil, revealing a male and female face.

Yin and Yang Sect, Bai Wushuang.

Bai Wushuang turned the Qingya Demon Flute in his hand, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Yo, I haven't seen you for a few years and still remember my voice, are you grateful for my kindness in the first place, or what? Looking at your eyes, it is more like hating me." ”

Nangong Beidou didn't say a word, and the Flying Frost Sword suddenly left, drawing a cold arc in the air, as if he wanted to chop off the head of the demon girl in front of him with this moonlight in the sky!

Within ten meters of him, it was as if the seasons were changing, as if winter was coming, and this range was constantly expanding.

What's more, a murderous aura, an iron-blooded murderous aura soaked in countless heroic souls rose from Nangong Beidou's body!

That's a kind of determination that there is no turning back!

Bai Wushuang's color changed suddenly, and he was both shocked and surprised: "Hey, hey, hey, it's not so exaggerated, right? I'm just shaking outside your house tonight, and you're going to fight with me? Or are you a dead boy who has been completely poisoned by some kind of righteous and demonic incompatibility, and you don't hesitate to sacrifice yourself to the right path to kill me, a demon girl?"

Bai Wushuang was really surprised, she was a Jindan monk, no matter how talented Nangong Beidou swordsmanship was, she was still a little worse in cultivation after all.

And he has not yet learned the technique of sword light separation, if he really fights hard, Bai Wushuang may be injured a lot, but it will definitely be Nangong Beidou who will die.

So Bai Wushuang didn't understand why Nangong Beidou was just a test at first, but after learning who she was, he had an attitude of fighting to the death with her.

The Qingya Demon Flute flashed quickly in the air, and it forcibly took the two swords of Nangong and Beidou.

"Hey, are you dumb?" Bai Wushuang was very annoyed, she came to Southern Xinjiang to do something, and she didn't plan to fight to the death with others.

During the day today, she found that Nangong Beidou and others had also come to Qingmiao Village, and she came to explore at night out of curiosity.

I didn't know that before I walked in, I was noticed by this dead boy.

I wanted to lure him away to test the next tone, but as soon as Nangong Beidou came up, he acted like he was his father's enemy.

"Don't talk nonsense! What have you done, you know it in your own heart!" Nangong Beidou thought of the events in the Lingji Cave, and his hatred surged, and the flying sword attack became more and more fierce.

From within the Lingji Cave Heaven, he had begun to move towards a sword path of his own.

"What did I do?" Bai Wushuang was already angry in his heart at this time, but his tone was still frivolous with mockery: "Did I kill your father or rob your mother?" You should know my preferences, I don't even want to look at an old man like your father, as for your mother's ......"

The sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the magic flute whimpers.

After Bai Wushuang had the spare energy to look Nangong Beidou up and down a few times at this time, he nodded and said, "Maybe your mother is really the woman I favor......"

"Bang!" a cloud of sword qi rushed straight towards Bai Wu's double-faced door.

Bai Wushuang flipped his palm, and thousands of sword qi under the night sky let out a sharp whistling sound.

Nangong Beidou suddenly put away his sword and stood up, with a fierce killing intent in his eyes, staring at Bai Wushuang deadly, making Bai Wushuang feel very uncomfortable.

"I thought that although you are a demon girl with no merits, you can still dare to act bravely, but I didn't expect it...... Yin Yang Gongzi, hum, it's just a shameless villain!" Nangong Beidou raised his head and laughed.

Bai Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and those who knew her well knew that someone must be unlucky.

"Oh, what advice does Nangong Gongzi have?"

When Bai Wushuang spoke, the Blue Cliff Demon Flute had already reached his lips, and the last few voices rippled out in the night along with the flute sound like a whisper of resentment.

Nangong Beidou's heart is like steel, and he is not afraid of the magic sound in his ears, but Bai Wushuang's magic does not only rely on the sound of the flute to disturb people's hearts, but it is like a substance.

The flute sound was formless and massless, with an extremely wide range, and the Frost Sword swirled and danced up and down in the air, as fast as a full moon.

The sound of the flute was rapid, and the sound came heavily.

Nangong Beidou's heart sank, and he knew that Bai Wushuang had not made a full attack before.

Bai Wushuang saw that Nangong Beidou's momentum was suppressed, and sneered: "The son of the Nangong family, the master disciple of Cunwei Mountain, is nothing more than that. ”

"Hmph!" Nangong Beidou snorted, his whole body had a slight true qi and his whole body was agitated, and his clothes were hunting and moving, as if he had broken the sky, rising to the sky, highlighting the attack range of the Qingya Demon Flute, standing high in the air.

Bai Wushuang looked up, his eyes narrowing again.

Lang Lang's full moon imprinted the world cleanly, and even the sawdust on Nangong Beidou's black clothes was clearly visible.

"You really want to die. "Bai Wushuang's killing intent is revealed.

"I don't want to die, I just want to kill you, with the soul of Senior Brother Fu. Nangong Beidou's cold eyebrows were covered with coldness, and looking at the momentary confusion on Bai Wushuang's face, he became more and more hateful.

"What did you say?" Bai Wushuang was indeed a little confused.

"You pretend to thank Senior Brother Fu for saving your life on the surface, but behind your back, you do something to destroy people's bones, even if I fight for this life, I will kill you, a demon girl!" Nangong Beidou held the sword in both hands, and the silver moonlight was thrown down the tip of the Flying Frost Sword, condensing into a giant sword in the blink of an eye, projecting on the dumbfounded Bai Wushuang's face.

Except for Shao Heng and Qing Yan, no one else knows about Fu Anning's death.

Nangong Beidou has been thinking that Fu Anning's stolen body was stolen by Bai Wushuang as he did back then, and the first thing in his heart is Shao Heng's whereabouts, and the second thing he is worried about is the trace of the demon girl Bai Wushuang.

Before Bai Wushuang could chew on the meaning of Nangong Beidou's words, the huge silver sword shadow had already smashed down, forcing her to give up thinking for a while and dodge this powerful blow first.

The sword light fell, the ground shook, even the Qingmiao Village in the distance should have noticed the movement here.

Bai Wushuang suddenly sensed something, and looked up in a direction far away from Qingmiao Village, as if someone was calling her.

At the same time, she also had a bad premonition in her heart, and decided not to entangle with Nangong Beidou anymore, and directly moved her figure and fled into the forest in the distance.

"Don't want to run!" Nangong Beidou shouted angrily.

Bai Wushuang was irritable in his heart, Cunwei Mountain's swordsmanship was well-known all over the world, and he was afraid that he would not be able to get rid of this stubborn son of the family without using some means.

Suddenly, Bai Wushuang discovered something, and the Blue Cliff Demon Flute went a little into the bushes, and the whimpering flute turned into a sharp qi and broke through the wind all the way, wringing everything in front of him into powder.

Nangong Beidou ignored it, but an exclamation in the bushes made him fold an angle in the air, almost fitting his sword to block in front of that qi.

Bai Wushuang's qi didn't release any water, Nangong Beidou's chest shook violently in a hurry, his entire arm was suddenly sore, and his body involuntarily fell backwards.

"Ouch!" There was another exclamation behind him, and Nangong Beidou only felt that he had smashed on a soft thing.

When he stabilized the surging qi and blood in his chest, he looked up, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Miss Yuexi?"

It's just that Nangong Beidou didn't have time to wonder why this mysterious girl of the Wu clan appeared here for no reason, so the whole person jumped up and looked in the direction of Qingmiao Village in horror.

There, the sky seemed to be burned red, the color of blood.